Four Holy Photos

Hold up a picture of a highway,

And a picture of a home.

And a picture of some money,

And a picture of some bones

All together

All in a row

But out of all those pictures, you'll only notice one

But its really not important

No its no more than a fortune

It just shows what doors are open

If you're looking at the home, well your feet are scared

You're looking at the road, you're gonna feel restless for a while, yes for a while, for a while

If you're looking at the money, well you benefit from the army

You're looking the bones, well you got some silly reasons in their eyes, yes in their eyes, in their eyes

This the song

This the song

The song of four holy photos

They never look into their own eyes

Its the second closest you'll get

There's settlement of foreigners in a land that they can't see

Where the birds are always singing

And the water runs clean

But all these things

Told them nothing

There's a makeshift church

And there's a hand that pulls a rope

And the rope swings the bells

As they ring into the trees

And make an echo

And it never stops

Well so I hung up those pictures in their foraminous place

Where their mood is a little nervous

But they felt they had a reason enough to stay

So they stayed

And no-one when they looked, could even see the bones at all

The leaders took the money

And the others took the color of the road

Yes, and the home

And no-one argued

It was one of them who did

And he spoke on what he saw

And ruined his reputation

He was labeled as a misfit

Ah you know, that's just what saints get sometimes

This the song

This the song

The song of four holy photos

They never look into their own eyes

Its the second closest you'll get